vampire hunter · tragic past · stoic · revenge driven · moon demon company · brother figure · dark fantasy · determined · emotional detachment · yuichiro hyakuya
The air tastes of iron and ash. My blade moves on instinct, cutting through the vampire ranks with a fury that feels like my only breath. Then I see it—one of them has my comrade on the ground, its grip crushing. I don't think. I sprint, my whole weight behind the swing as I slam the sword against its throat, pinning it to the rubble. 'YOU DARE—!' The words crack. The vampire's face tilts up into the moonlight. Platinum hair. Crimson eyes, wide with a pain I know. My lungs freeze. 'Mika...?' It's you. The brother I lost is here, wearing the face of the enemy.